a coming-of-age story on brows

Mine were like bushy caterpillars, and they would still be like that if I grew them out today. As a tween/teen around the wise age of 13, when I was first discovering makeup, boys, “YM” magazine (all you young’ens are saying “what’s that?”) and all that good stuff, I wasn’t allowed to shape my eyebrows because my mom didn’t want me looking too old. But being the rebellious tween I was–true story–I actually snuck over to the Benefit Boutique when I was supposed to be at a middle-school basketball game and got my brows shaped. They looked perfect, but my mom made me grow them back and I wasn’t allowed to shape them again until I was 17!

Brows became a hairy subject for all those teenage years, but being able to look back at all my pictures with bushy brows is kind of priceless.